"Better to sink beneath the shock Than molder piecemeal on the rock!" Lord Byron
JWHO AM I?J I’m football, flying to Andre Johnson. I’m hotdogs, sat in a pot of boiling water, about to get gobbled down. I’m cake, about to be crushed by candles, melting into my body. I’m hot cheeto’s, sat in a mouth, of gooey slobber. I’m racing games, racing into action, of a drag race. I’m baseball, getting hit by a bat flying into my face! ¶¶¶¶¶ I’m not read, on a bad rainy day. I’m not home work, on a sheet of notebook paper. I’m not school, in a big gigantic building. I’m not sister, playing with her and her baby dolls. I’m NOT writing, on the day of STAAR.
"Better to sink beneath the shock Than molder piecemeal on the rock!" Lord Byron
JWHO AM I?J
I’m football, flying to Andre Johnson.
I’m hotdogs, sat in a pot of boiling water, about to get gobbled down.
I’m cake, about to be crushed by candles, melting into my body.
I’m hot cheeto’s, sat in a mouth, of gooey slobber.
I’m racing games, racing into action, of a drag race.
I’m baseball, getting hit by a bat flying into my face!
¶¶¶¶¶
I’m not read, on a bad rainy day.
I’m not home work, on a sheet of notebook paper.
I’m not school, in a big gigantic building.
I’m not sister, playing with her and her baby dolls.
I’m NOT writing, on the day of STAAR.